a.i.m.

tounge chewed off and head in books

lately i've been taken ill

all we do is drive that's cool

but i need her around so i'll just wait and see

soon she'll be home

baby's coming home

she's all i need she's wired into me

hey don't you think i know it's unhealthy

it's no big deal

sooner or later you heal or you die

oh my sweet love

my beautiful disease the bullet to my knees

it's her and her alone i adore

all i've said and things i've done

hate i drew into your eyes

everything is gone so young

you don't need me around

no one else can lift this head this soul

baby come on home